u/Material_Run_9217

For the most part, my feelings aren't coming from an attraction to my son, but rather frustration and an appreciation for my son in this context. I've basically been in a dead bedroom since 2023, multiple affairs and really shitty sex with my husband made my sex life fall apart. I'm a SAHM, so I don't even have the courage to divorce him. I had learned to accept this life, feeling unloved and living off toys. My son's desire for me felt wrong, and in many ways it still does, but it's liberating to me. I know it's taboo, but I've been aching for a lover. Why not just find an affair partner? I have. I tried to do the same as my husband, but it didn't always work out, I sort of had an aversion to men as a whole for a long time. And I think for the last few years I've been consuming a lot of MILF and femdom porn, and I think something about an illicit maternal-sexual complex rewired my brain. I obviously still see my son as my son, but if he wants something and I want something, I think I deserve a break from normalcy.

This morning I decided to game-ify my contact with my son. After my husband left for work, he and I stayed at home for a few hours. I called him into the living room to watch a movie, and we played truth or dare, because I was "bored". He gave me very mild dares, I decided to go big from the start. I made him kiss my feet and sniff them, and lick my soles and toes by the fifth round. After a while we stopped playing, I just made him make out with my feet, as I got sucked in deeper into this new world of mine.

I don't really have a thing for feet, but I like worship, and I like being pleased. Seeing my son's mouth slobber over my feet makes me feel a distinct ache, like I need that mouth between my legs or I'll combust. I'll continue in the comments about our little "wrestling session".

Making a quick post this morning before I start my day. Update to this post.

Something I've realised is that I miss intimacy and pleasure. My husband and I have a very bad relationship right now, I'm just with him because I'm stuck in the life of a SAHM, and I don't earn my own money. He constantly cheats, and anytime we fuck it's like I'm his sexdoll. My son's thing for my feet makes me feel wanted, and like I'm worshipped. I've been spying on him through the camera, and his rubs my socks on his face like he wants to worship my feet. I know it sounds horrible, but I'm enjoying his devotion, it makes me feel tingly.

The first thing I did yesterday was come back from a run and I took my socks off in the living room in front of my son. I left the socks near his door, and I came back and sat on the couch, and asked my boy for a foot massage. He rubbed my feet carefully, and I could tell he was anxious, his face was tinged red. I pretended to not care and be on my phone, stealing quick glances, he was so focused on my feet he didn't even notice. I pretended to brush my feet and toes on him several times, his crotch, his lips, his face. His lips once parted at just the right moment, and my toes grazed his teeth. I could feel his dick, he was rock hard, just absolutely floored. I teased him, making conversation with him, and making him look me in the eyes as we talked, I know it's bad but I love being a bitch to him when he's like this. He couldn't speak a word without a stutter.

When I went to take a shower, I saw him in his room on my phone through the camera, and I saw him use my worn socks, sniffing them, sucking on them, licking them. He put one in his mouth and the other on his dick as he jerked off, rolling around on his bed after, whimpering.

I also teased him at dinner.

Overall, interesting experience. I'm not sure how this will end, but I'm liking the escalation for sure.

My son and I are generally close, but for a few months now he's been a bit withdrawn and nervous around me.

I catch him staring at my feet sometimes quite a bit. I remember sitting on the couch, and I caught my son eating dinner, staring at my feet hanging off the armrests. I called him and asked him if he was fine and he just nodded nervously, his hands in his lap.

For a while now, my son has been doing the laundry. I think it's nice, but I was curious about why. One night I woke up to go to the bathroom, and I heard some soft moans from my son's room, I knew he was jerking off, so I gave him his privacy and didn't bother. The next morning though, when I checked the laundry basket, my socks were crusty, and I got very surprised. The next night, I decided to spy on my son and check if there was anything going on, I planted a hidden camera in his room. As I thought, he was using my worn socks to sniff them, put them in his mouth, suck on them, and then jerk off with them. I was unsure of what to think. For our sake I just decided to ignore this whole thing, it was too confusing.

Today, my son and I were watching a movie together, we were sitting on the couch. I looked over at him before I placed my feet on his stomach, and I asked him to massage my feet for me. He was red, but he slowly rubbed my feet. I accidentally brushed my toes against his lips and I let out a slight whimper once, and I think it was too much for him. He got up and said he had to do some work, and I noticed a bulge and a wet spot on his pants.

I know he would have a sexual life, but I never thought I would be involved in that side of his life. And most of all, I'm confused about myself. I should be disgusted, angry, and part of me is, but part of me feels intrigued? Like I want to keep this going, see what happens? I'm not sexually attracted to my son, that would be insane, but it's interesting to see him like this and I don't know why. What's wrong with me?